Poetry

Plymouth Argyle

Green and White Dream At Home Park the gulls wheel low, Where sea‑spray mists the terraces, And the Argyle faithful sing, A chorus that rides the wind. From the clatter of the turnstiles To the thud

Rotherham United

At the New York Stadium the floodlights gleam, A sea of red and white, the Millers’ dream. From Yorkshire’s heart they stride onto the pitch, Where every tackle sings a loyal stitch.

Align

Align In the quiet of a morning tide, the gulls align their wings with the wind, each feather a line drawn on the sky— a silent pact between air and wing.

Hull City

Hull City At the KC Stadium’s amber glow, The Tigers prowl on Yorkshire’s soil, Their striped kit a steady show Against the North Sea’s restless toil. From Boothferry’s old, beloved ground To the modern

Everybody should have their own owl

Everybody should have their own owl, A feathered friend perched on the sill, With eyes like amber lanterns, soft and cool, Watching the world while the night grows still. In British towns

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